Scattered

Deeply ache

"When I stop moving I sink into the ground."

I have a feeling deep inside.

A feeling so deep that I can't identify.

Sometimes it creeps farther into my bones.

And Retreats other times.

This feeling pulls and tugs on my restraints that keep me from the outside.

It blisters inside me .

And it's cruel.

Sometimes it's hungry.

And it swallows pieces from inside me.

This deep ache that I have inside.

Leaves me crumbling.

To my demise.

Goodbye.

Good bye flesh that breaks with each touch.

Good bye blood that creeps with each cut.

Good bye light that sits patiently on the other side.

Good bye world.

Goodbye.